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THE COMMODORE 



A COMEDY IN THREE ACTS 



BY 
ERASTUS OSGOOD 

Author of "The Harvest/' "A Delightful Con- 



Copyright, I919, BY 
Fitzgerald Publishing Corporation 



FITZGERALD PUBLISHING CORPORATION 

Successor to 

DICK & FITZGERALD 

18 Vesey Street New York 



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THE COMMODORE 

CHARACTERS 
Tony Baxter 
Edith, Ms wife 
Dick Brayley 
Isabel, liis wife 
Mrs. Darling 
Watkins 

*'The Commodore *' 
Lieutenant Minton 
Sophie Kent 
John Wrasper 

Time: — The present. Locality: — A Summer Home 
on Long Island Sound. 
Time of Playing : — ^A full evening. 

Act I. A study in tangles. 
Act II. A study in intrigue. 
Act III. A study in wireless. 

COSTUMES AND CHARACTERISTICS 

Clean-cut, good-looking young people. Dick 
and Isabel a little older than Tony and Edith. 
Both women are well bred, no suggestion of 
''loud'' type of actress. All wear becoming 
sumimer dress. 
Mrs. Darling. A fine-looking woman of about thirtj^- 

five to forty. Vivacious, competent, lovable. 
"Watkins. A conventional type of English butler. His 

chief characteristic is to become easily ''rattled." 
' ' The Commodore. ' ' A fairly solidly built man of forty- 
five to fifty. Iron-gray hair. Ruddy complexion. 
Never loses his dignity even in the lighter scenes. 
Possesses a keen sense of humor. 
Minton. Tall, good-looking naval officer. 
SoPHiE Kent. Good looking in a bold way. About 

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Tony 

Edith 

Dick 

Isabel 



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twenty-five. Sharp dark eyes. Gives the impres- 
sion of being clever in her line, '*a crook." 
John Wrasper. A man about fifty. Sallow complexion. 
Weighs his words in speaking. In short, **a slick 
article." Furtive glance. 

INCIDENTAL PROPERTIES 

Dishes and silver for breakfast set. Flowers in vase. 
Writing paper and pencils on table. Copy of ''Vanity 
Fair" bound in red or some other conspicuous binding. 
Pad and pencil for Isabel. Two good-sized vases on 
mantel. Pipe on mantel. Eight stamped letters. Two 
newspapers off l.c. for Watkins. Field-glasses in room 
R. for Dick. Small hand bell on table. Whistle for 
yacht off l. Report of cannon off R. Two photos in 
frames on mantel. One of Isabel in gilt frame and one 
of Nancy in a different style frame. 

ACT II 

Practical lamp on table. A smaller table in place of 
the one used for breakfast. Long, gilt beaded purse or 
pocketbook for Sophie, containing banknotes, and small 
package of pebbles (uncut stones). Auto horn off L. 
Also ''choochoo" for departing car. Letters and docu- 
ments for Wrasper. Note from Wrasper for Watkins 
to bring in to Dick. Note for Watkins to slip in ' ' Van- 
ity Fair." Flashlight for Mrs. Darling. Small hand 
bell. Magazine and books on table c. 

ACT III 

'* Vanity Fair" for Tony. Beaded purse off r. for 
Watkins to bring in. Writing paper and pencils in 
drawer of library table. Wallet containing old paper 
for ''Commodore." Reading glass in table drawer. 
Matches on mantel. 

STAGE DIRECTIONS 

As seen by a performer on the stage facing the audi- 
ence, R. means right hand; L., left hand; c, center; d.r., 
door at right ; d.l., door at left. Up means toward back 
of stage ; down, toward footlights. 



THE COMMODORE 

ACT 1 

SCENE : — Breakfast-room in tJie country home of Mrs. 
Darling. Doors r. a7id l. Curtained entrance l. 
between d.l. and rear flat. Practical FrencJi ivin^ 
dow center of rear flat opening on porch. Water 
hacking. Mantel down r.; bookcase and small table 
and telephone up r. and l. Large table l.c. Side- 
hoard L. between d.l. and curtained entrance. Settee 
DOWN R. Chairs y etc., as may be desired. Break- 
fast just over. DISCOVERED Mrs. Darling at 
hack of table arranging flowers in vase. Isabel at 
her R., writing on pad. Dick on settee down r., 
rolling cigarette. Tony at bookcase up r.c, select- 
ing books. Edith standing near him by French 
window. 
Edith. Are yon looking for some special book, Tony ? 
Tony. N — o. I have decided to take np solid read- 
ing, and believe — let me see, I will start in on good old 
''Vanity Fair.'' (Holds up book in red or some other 
conspicuous binding) 

Dick. Tony, you're a joke! (Laughing) I bet you 
don't read six chapters. 
Tony. What, Me? 

Isabel. There. That makes every hour in the day 
accounted for. Just listen to this schedule. 

Dick. Making a time-table? When does the ten- 
fifteen leave? 

Isabel. Oh, subside. As you all know, I am a firm 
believer in system. Sj^stem is a great economizer of 
time. 

Tony (in barker* s tone of voice). Tickets for the lec- 
ture on system only twenty-five cents. 

Isabel. Please, Tony, do be quiet when I am trying 
to be serious. As I was saying, system is a great econo- 
mizer of time. Now we young honeymooners want to 
make every hour in the day count, so I have drawn up 

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this schedule. Rise at 6.30. (SigJis and groans from 
tlie others) A dip in the Sound at 6.45. Breakfast at 
7.15. If this arrangement meets with Mrs. Darling's 
approval ? 

Mrs. Darling. Certainly, Isabel. A fine idea. 

Isabel. Then an hour for reading the morning's mail 
and papers. 

Dick. An hour! Gee, this is no correspondence 
school. To see whether the Giants won about lets ine 
out on the papers. 

Tony (yaivning). Me too. 

Isabel. From 8.30 to 9 we devote to 

Edith. The mail has just arrived. Watkins is bring- 
ing it up. 

Dick (consulting watch). And it's nine o'clock. 
That rather upsets your schedule, dear, what? 

Isabel. Oh, well, for the time being. 
ENTER Watkins through French window. He comes 

DOWN and hands letters and papers to Mrs. Darling. 

Mrs. D. Thank you, Watkins. You may remove the 
things. 

Tony. Now for the great event of the day. (Young 
people gather about table) 

Mrs. D. Two for you, Edith. Three for Isabel. One 
for Dick 

Tony. And I get— left. I'm glad of it. Me for the 
sporting page. (Picks up paper. Goes over to mantel. 
Gets pipe and saunters out on veranda) 

Mrs. D. (smiling). Owing to lateness of mail, this 
morning's schedule is subject to change. (Business of 
opening her mail. Watkins slowly removes breakfast 
things) 

Edith (opens letter, glances at it, crushes it, throws 
it down). The poor love-sick fool. (Opens another 
letter) 

Mrs. D. An invitation from the Har dings to join 
them on a picnic. Very kind in Mrs. Harding. 

Isabel. Hurrah, folkses! Freeman writes me I am 
to have the part. (Rises, goes over to c.) Just listen! 
(Reads from letter-) *''My dear Miss Hampton. After 
a stiff argument with Peters, he insists that you must 



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create tKe role of Nattilie in his new comedy, or there 
will be nothing doing, so I am rather forced to accept 
his terms, but I will only sign you up on a conditional 

contract. If the play proves a success " (Speak- 

iri'g) Prove a success! It can't help it. It's the best 
thing Peters ever did. Isn't it glorious? 

Edith. I'm awfully glad, dear. I wish I was as 
fortunate. The agent writes there is no part for me 
in the new play at the Delta. 

Isabel. Isn't that a shame! But you will probably 
catch onto something better later in the season. WeU, 
I have certainly got my chance at last, haven't I, Dickie 
boy? (Goes over ivJiere Dick is deeply absorbed in Ms 
letter and caresses Mm) 

DiGK. (looking up). Ah! A What's that? 

Isabel (mocking Mm). Ah, what's that? And to 
think I've only been married to that man ten days, and 
when his wife is given a chance to appear on Broadway 
he looks up and gasps, What's that? (More serious 
tone) What is it, Dick — something very important? 
No bad news ? 

Dick (ivitli puzzled air). No. Oh, my — no. (Nervous 
laugli) I don't know whether it's a joke, or — I am soon 
to become a millionaire. 

Mrs. D. That sounds interesting. 

Isabel. For pity's sake, Dick, explain. 

Dick. It's a letter from a laAvyer, a Mr. John Wras- 
per, and reads like the scenario of a comedy, a farce, or 
a tragedy according from what angle one chooses to ac- 
cept it. It's too long to read in full, but briefly, its 
plot is this: A Mr. Murray Talbot, who claims he was 
an old friend and partner of my late father's, is coming 
East to look me up, and incidently hand me over — 
maybe — quite a bunch of money. It seems some mines 
the partners considered Avorthless have suddenly sprung 
into life, and for the past two years have been coughing 
up gold nugorets. 

Edith. Then where does the joke coine in? 

Isabel. Yes, or the tragedy? 

Dick. Just here. I don "t recall e^^ier hearing my father 
speak of a Mi\ I\Iurray Talbot, nor 01 owning any shares 



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in a gold mine. They were certainly not listed among 
his few securities. 

Mrs. D. That's strange. 

Isabel. Well, what steps are you going to take in 
the matter? 

Dick. None, at present. Mr. Talbot, I understand it, 
is going to do all the stepping. Mr. Wrasper informs 
me that Talbot has been given my address, so I suppose 
is likely to drop in on us almost any day. 

Isabel. And our sub-rosa honeymoon dissipated right 
there and then. Of course we could not hope to keep 
our marriage a secret for long. 

Dick. Not necessarily. If you insist, you girls can 
be introduced at first by your stage names, Lilla Hamp- 
ton and Nancy Merrill. 

Isabel. Yes, I know, but som^ehow I feel that 

Mrs. D. Trust me to handle that end of the situation 
if Mr. Talbot does call. (Smiling) An artful widow 
can be very resourceful when occasion demands. 

Edith (going over and putting lier arms around Mrs. 
Darling J. You lovely dear, and you have been so 
splendid to us in every way, managed our secret wed- 
dings, and invited us here to your lovely home to spend 
our honeymoon. 

Mrs. D. There, there, Edith, you are making a moun- 
tain out of a mole-hill. It has all been a delight to me. 
I still love a romance. (TJiey continue to converse in 
pantomime) 

Dick. I do hope this may all be true. Of course, 
dear, this being on the stage is all very well, but it's 
awfully hard work for any woman. All this talk about 
winning fame and fortune, we know is more or less a 
gamble. I want to take care of you all by myself, lady 
dear. 

Isabel. I know it, Dickie boy, and you have worked 
like a Turk to make your dream come true. But we've 
got each other now for keeps, haven't we? — and if this 
unexpected money comes to you, it can't buy a single 
tiny bit more of my love, for I have given it all away, 
you see. (Kisses Mm) 

Tony (conies rushing in excitedly from veranda, with 



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newspaper in hand). By the Great Horn Spoon, 
girls, here's the deuce to pay! I am afraid you are 
both likely to be drawn into a wretched muddle. 

Dick. Great Scott! What new thunderbolt has 
struck ? 

Tony. It's simply infamous. Just listen to this, the 
head-lines especially. (Reads) "Actresses' names fig- 
ure in hold up. An elderly man who, to avoid publicity, 
admits giving to the press the fictitious name of Dexter, 
has reported to the police the loss of valuable personal 
property which he alleges was stolen from him while on 
the train en route to New York. He states he was drawn 
into conversation with two attractive young women w^ho 
claimed they w^ere two well-known stage favorites, Lilla 
Hampton and Nancy Merrill. On leaving the impostors 
at the Grand Central Station, the trusting elderly gen- 
tleman discovered that he had been relieved of a con- 
siderable amount of money and a case containing several 
uncut precious stones. Plain-clothes men calling at the 
apartments of the actresses were informed that the fair 
tenants were out of town. Miss Hampton and Miss Mer- 
rill are highly respected in the profession, and will 
doubtlessly be much annoyed on learning of their names 
being used by the daring crooks." (Speaking) Now 
what do you know about that? 

Edith. Oh, the wretches! 

Isabel. It's horrible! 

Mrs. D. I am inclined to think that there was a spirit 
of revenge behind those women using your names. I 
fancy I detect a personal note. 

Tony. Yes, revenge or jealousy. 

Mrs. D. There are two motives suggested, girls. It's 
up to you to get on the scent, as the detectives say. 

Edith. I didn't know we had an enemy in the world. 

Isabel. Nor I. I — I wonder if Inez, that impudent 
maid we discharged, could have dared 

Edith. Oh, she couldn't be so daring, so vicious, as 
to vent her spite in this w^ay. 

Tony. Oh, piffle! A low-down woman will attempt 
anything when out for revenge. 

Edith. Perhaps, but 



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Dick. It looks to me more like a case of jealousy! 

Isabel. I am especially annoyed at such a thing hap- 
pening just as I am to appear in a prominent role, some 
people may be unkind enough to say it's the work of 
a press agent, to bring me into the limelight, and I hate 
such cheap notoriety. (Tony Jias been hiisy cutting 
clipping from paper, observed by Edith and Watkins) 

Edith. You surely don't want to save that disgrace- 
ful notice, Tony? 

Tony (grins). Why not? As an addition to the 
chamber of horrors. (Places the clipping in large vase 
standing r. on mantel) 

Isabel. I want to forget it. (During the foregoing, 
Watkins has been removing remains of breakfast, put- 
ting some things on sideboard, carrying out dishes on 
tray etc., hearing snatches of conversation. He TWiv 
coiiglis discreetly) 

Mrs. D. You wish to speak to me, Watkins? 

Watkins. Yes, if you please, Mrs. Darling. Hodge 
asked me to report that a steam yacht came to anchor a 
half hour since, a short distance from your private land- 
ing, and certain parties on board have been watching 
this house through glasses. Hodge thought you better be 
informed. To him it looked suspicious. 

Mrs. D. (starting up). Watching this house through 
glasses! (They all rush to window at back) 

Dick. Yes, there she is. 

Isabel. And isn't she a beauty! 

Tony. See, they are bringing the dory alongside, 
and two sailors and a man dressed in white are getting 
in. 

Edith. I really believe it is heading in the direction 
of your landing Mrs. Darling. 

Mrs. D. It certainly is. I don't know the yacht. 
Never saw it before to my knowledge. 

Dick. And there's another craft off there in the dis- 
tance ; looks like a revenue cutter. 

Edith. My! But this is becominsr exciting! Yes, 
the dory is goinsr to land bore. I wonde^; 

Is>-BEL. Oh, Dick, supposing it should be Mr. Murray 
Talbot com.e to look you up ? 



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Dick. What, in a revenue cutter ? 

Isabel. No, stupid, in the yacht. 

Dick. It is possible of course. (Lauglis) I seem to 
have a hunch that it may be. 

Mrs. D. Then you all better scatter, and let me first 
interview Mr. Talbot. 

Dick. Just a moment till I get my glasses, I want 
to examine these craft at closer range. [EXIT d.r. 

Mrs. D. Now shoo all of you, and don't dare to 
appear till, I signal with this bell. (Edith, Tony and 
Isabel retire up to d.r. and converse in pantomime) 

Watkins. Beg pardon, but have you any special or- 
ders for me or Hodge ? 

Mrs. D. (ratlier excited). Yes, you and Hodge go 
meet this man at the landing. If he seems to be in the 
least suspicious, give him evasive answers. Tell him this 
is the home of — Mrs. Brown, Mrs. Smith or Mrs. Rob- 
inson. Any name you like. If he seems a gentleman — 
why, show him up. f Watkins about to leave room) One 
moment, Watkins. Possibly his name may be Talbot. 
Note carefully what name he gives. But above all, Wat- 
kins, be evasive. 

Watkins (confused). Yes, Mrs. Darling, be evasive. 
Just so. You are — Mrs. Brown, a-a Mrs. Smith or — or 
Mrs. Robinson. Just so. He may be Watkins, a-a — I 
mean Talbot. I beg pardon, be evasive. Just so. 

[Comedy EXIT by ivindow. Mrs. D. EXIT d.l. 

ENTER Dick d.r. witli glasses, looks off, screened by 
window. 

Dick. Yes, it's a revenue cutter. And she's steering 
full head on for this inlet. 

Tony. Has the dory landed yet ? 

Dick. Can't see from here, and don't want to expose 
myself. (Report of cannon Jieard in distance) The cut- 
ter has fired a shot to signal or warn someone. 

Edith. Oh, Tony, I'm becoming frightened. There's 
too much happening— all of a sudden. 

Isabel. I'm not frigJitened, but maybe it's the time 
for disappearing. (Glides into room r., followed by 
EdithJ 



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Dick (grinning). To seek the seclusion which the 
cabin grants, like the chap in ' ' Pinafore. ' ' 

Tony. I think perhaps Mrs. Darling would be just 
as well pleased if we all kept under cover till she gives 
the signal, but I 'm going to take one more peep in spite 
of orders. (Goes over and looks out of vAndow, dodges 
hack) Good night ! Watkins and the man in white are 
almost at the door! Beat it, Dick, w^hile the beating's 
good [TJiey EXIT quickly r. 

After a sliglit pause, ENTER Watkins followed hy The 
Commodore. 

Watkins. Well — sir, I should have to ask Mrs. Brown 
— that is — I should say — Mrs. Robinson. 

Commodore. I haven't the slightest doubt you mean 
well, my good fellow, but as a cheerful liar you're a 
failure. 

Watkins. I — I beg pardon, sir 

Commodore. You should, I forgive you. Now, Wat- 
kins, unless the mistress of this house is triplets or a 
Mormon, she cannot possibly be Mrs. Brown, Mrs. Smith 
and Mrs. Robinson, as you would try and make me be- 
lieve. 

Watkins. I assure you, sir 

Commodore. Don't try, you couldn't. Watkins, you 
may mean well, but you 've been miscast. To begin with, 
unless I am Yevy much mistaken, your name is not Wat- 
kins. 

Vf ATKINS (evidently startled). Why, sir — I 

Commodore. At least it Avasn't when you were a w^aiter 
at The Cecil five years ago. I happened to be in the 
hotel at the time when you were discharged, and I am 
afraid somewhat under a cloud. 

Watkins (earnestly). I swear, sir, I v/as innocent. 

CoMJiiODORE (duel of eyes). I believe you. That's 
the first thing you have told me today that rings abso- 
lutely true. 

Watkins. I — beg that — that unfortunate affair does 
not come to the ears of Mrs. 

Commodore (Jiolding up protesting liand). Don't tell 
me her name, I want to find it out for myself. The fair 



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lady, doubtless for some good reason, evidently wisiics 
to keep her identity a secret from me at present. That's 
her privilege. And as to keeping your secret, nothing? 
doing. We are all brothers under the skin, Watkins, and 
the best of us are liable to slip a cog as the chain of life 
pays out over the windlass. Are you free to tell me — • 
mind, don't feel you must — has the madam many guests 
at present? 

Watkins. Certainly, sir| I am sure Mrs. — the 
madam would not object to my telling you that. There 
are two couples, Mr. and Mrs. Brayley, and Mr. and Mrs. 
Baxter. They are on their honeymoon, sir. 

Commodore. Brayley, Brayley ; the name sounds very 
familiar. Honeymooners ? They could not have selected 
a more ideal spot. 

Watkins. Shall I tell Mrs. — ^the madam that a gen- 
tleman wishes to see her? 

Commodore. If you will, Watkins. ("ENTER Mrs. 
Darling d.l.J No, you needn't. 

Mrs. D. (hoiving stiffly). You wish to see me, sir? 

Commodore. Yes, if you will allow a humble stranger 
that pleasure. 

Mrs. D. Please be seated. (Slie sits) 

[EXIT Watkins d.l. 

Commodore. Thank you. (He sits) I have called, 

madam — Mrs. Ah, well, you must see it makes it a 

little av/kv/ard for me, not knowing whether I have the 
honor of addressing Mrs. Brown, Mrs. Smith or Mrs. 
Robinson. Your butler mentioned all three names. 

Mrs. D. (smiling in spite of lierself). I fear Watkins 
rather bungled my instructions. My name is neither 
Brown, Smith nor Robinson, but under the circum- 
stances names scarcely signify, at least until you have 
kindly stated your object in seeking this interview. 

Commodore. Certainly, madam, since it is your wish. 
As you say, names do not signify, so you may address me 
in your brief replies as Commodore, at present of the 
good yacht ''Vixen"; as further credentials, retired min- 
ing expert, recently returned from the West. But the 
object of my call : It may seem trivial to you, but I am 
most desirous of telephoning to the city an important 



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message. Quite an amount of money is involved, and 
possibly the aid of the police. After carefully scrutiniz- 
ing the houses along the shore through my field-glasses, 
your charming residence appeared to be the only one I 
could discover visibly equipped with wires, so I have 
called to beg the privilege of using your 'phone. 

Mrs. D. Your request is modest, Commodore. Cer- 
tainly my 'phone is at your disposal. Might I venture 
to inciuire if you are trying to locate someone summer- 
ing along the shore ? 

Commodore. That is precisely the object of my quest. 

Mrs. D. Then possibly I can be of assistance to you. 
Mind, I say possibly, and perhaps save you time and 
trouble. (Smiling) Would you be unduly surprised 
if I addressed you as Mr. Talbot ? 

Commodore. Not in the least, Madam. During my 
checkered career I have been addressed by strangers as 
Brown, Smith and even Robinson, and probably Talbot, 
but for the moment I don't seem to recall 

Mrs. D. I do not Avish to appear insistent. Commo- 
dore, but if your name happened to be Murray Talbot, 
a charming acquaintance of mine would be very glad to 
meet you. 

Commodore. Eeally, Madam, you interest me deeply, 
but I feel confident the person I am seeking would ob- 
ject very much to meeting me. I am almost sorry, for 
the possibilities you suggest are so attractive that you al- 
most persuade me 

Mrs. D. But I am detaining you from sending your 
message. 

Commodore. Thank you for reminding me. I was 

becoming so absorbed (Three sliarp wJiistles Jieard 

from yacht. Commodore rises) A signal from my yacht 
for me to return at once. I regret exceedingly that I 
am obliged to terminate this delightful interview so 
abruptly, but the call is most imperative. Have I your 
permission to return and send my message, Mrs. ? 

Mrs. D. (impulsively). Darling. (Annoyed at her 
slip) 

Commodore (registers surprise. Half mocking smile). 
Mrs. Darling? (Turns and goes towards French window) 



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Mrs. D. (angry at lierselfj. Sir! You have misun- 
derstood me. My name is 

Commodore. Darling. Good morning, Mrs. Darling. 
[Gracioics how and EXIT by window. 

Mrs. D. I'm a fool! (Strikes hell violently) 
Isabel, Tony, Edith and Dick ENTER hurriedly d.r. 

Isabel. Well? 

Dick. Was it Murray Talbot? 

Edith. You look excited. 

Tony. Who was it? 

Mrs. D. I don 't Imow. 

Isabel. Has he gone? 

,Mrs. D. Yes, he's gone, but he's coming back. I 
don't know what his name is. I tried to be very clever 
and dignified, and made a mess of the whole thing. 

Edith. But he must have given some name ! 

Mrs. D. Well, he didn't. He avoided doing so artis- 
tically, diplomatically and now I think of it — perhaps 
villainouslj^ He preferred to be known simply as the 
Commodore. He — was rather nice, and evidently a gen- 
tleman. 

Edith. Did you give him your name ? 

Mrs. D. No. — Yes. In a fool moment I blurted out 
Darling, but I think he took it as a joke, — or — I was try- 
ing to invite a flirtation. Don't any of you ever call me 
clever again. I'm — what is it Tony calls the ball-play- 
ers? — I'm a bonehead. 

Edith. But why should he doubt you? 

Mrs. D. Because as you know I told Watkins to be 
evasive, and tell the man my name was Brown or Smith 
or Robinson; and the idiot must have become rattled 
and given all three names. The man probably takes me 
for a crook or a lunatic. 

Dick. Didn't, didn't you find out any tiling? 

Mrs. D. Yes, he's a retired mining expert just re- 
turned from the West. Wanted to telephone an im- 
portant message to the city. Big amount of money in- 
volved, and perhaps the police. 

Dick. It might be Talbot, at that. 

Mrs. D. Yes, or an English ambassador, or a confi- 
dence man, or Sherlock Holmes. 



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Edith. Horrors! A detective. (Drops into cJmir) 

Tony. What on earth is the matter now ? 

Isabel (in a wail). Can't you see — a detective, sent 
do"\\Ti here by that elderly man Dexter to arrest ns for 
robbing him ! Oh, Dick, Dick, and v/e were so happy ! 

Tony (walking excitedly about). "Weli, here's a pretty 
how-to-do. 

Dick (consoling Isabel J. There there, dear, don't 
cry. We are all as innocent as lambs, so don 't get fright- 
ened at shadows. 

Mrs. D. But when he returns, what role am I to as- 
sume; be on the offensive or defensive? 

Dick. Why — of course, if you discover — or he admits 
he is Talbot, receive him- — figuratively speaking — with 
open arms. 

]\tRS. D. (still annoyed at lierself). Discover? Ilmph. 
I couldn't discover Mount Washington if I stood at its 
base. 

Dick. See here, folkses, it's beginning to da^vn on 
me that we may be getting this panicky business just re- 
versed. We all know that we have clear consciences, 
while the actions of this Commodore are open to suspicion- 
Calling here to 'phone a message sounds fishy to me. 

Mrs. D. I thought so at first, but the possibilit.y that 
he might be Talbot WTtrned me I must be civil to the man. 

Tony. But what started him off on this ^ ' all-of-a-sud- 
den Peggy" business? 

Mrs. D. a signal from his yacht. Didn't 3^ou hear 
the three sharp whistles? He claimed the call was im- 
perative. 

Tony. I wonder if the sudden appearance of this 
revenue cutter figures in this business? 

Isabel. Great head, Tony. Can't you all see how it 
might be possible that his dropping in here to 'phone 
might be a ruse to mislead someone. I wouldn't be a 
bit surprised. 

Edith. He ma}^ be a smuggler or a criminal trying to 
escape. 

Mrs. D. (sniffs). Then he must be a capital actor, for 
he appeared almost irritatingly calm and self-possessed. 

Tony. A slick article is on to all those tHcks. 



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Isabel. Did you say he was coming back, Mrs. Dar- 
ling? 

Mrs. D. Yes, he asked my permission to do so. 

Isabel. Then, if he is a fugitive, the revenue officers 
may arrest him in this house. 

Edtih (ill a wail). And we may all be held on a 
charge of harboring a criminal. 

Tony. Well, if he does return, he will be given a 
pretty cool reception from yours truly. What with this 
robbery stunt, you girls are likely to be featured in the 
papers for the next week. We are in the deuce of a 
pickle, and I can't suggest a darn thing. ("The Com- 
modore appears at hack, comes down at end of Tony's 
speecli) Hang this nuttj^ old Commodore anyway. If 
he is on the level, why didn't he speak out like a man. 
I believe he's a crook. 

Dick. Oh, come, Tony, that's hardly fair. He's prob- 
ably all right, and a good old sport. 

Commodore (tJie Commodore comes down, addressing 
DiCKJ. Thank you. That's kind and charitable in you, 
Mr. 

Dick (confused). Ah — Daggett, sir. 

Commodore (lialf sniiling). Ah, yes. Watkins would 
have me believe it was Brayley. (Turning to Tonyj. 
And 5^ou, sir, your annoyance was quite justifiable, 
Mr. 

Tony (sliarply). Leslie, sir. 

Commodore. Ah, yes, Leslie. Another mistake of 
Watkins'. He mentioned the name Baxter. It is almost 
surprising that a man with such a nimble fancy did 
not try and persuade me that your two charming friends 
were Billie Burke and Mary Pickford. (A ripple of 
resentment stirs tlie otJier characters) No offence, I 
assure you. Bear v/ith me just a moment. From a 
chance word I gathered as I entered, — most unwittingly, 
I detest a listener, — I formed the impression that you 
were all in the meshes of a rather puzzling dilemma. 
Now possibly I can be of some assistance to you: A 
mere word of explanation will sometimes straighten a 
tangle. Quite unintentionally I have surrounded my- 
self with an air of mystery. To your gracious hostess, 



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T introduced myself as the Commodore, just returned 
from the West. I will now be more explicit (Dur- 
ing tlie last part of Commodore's speech, Minton lias 
come DOWN from c. entrance and places liis Jiand on The 
Commodore's shoulder) 

Minton. I am Lieutenant Minton of the revenue cut- 
ter Rocket, and place you, Hermann Von Housen, under 
arrest as a spy. (Turning to others) I regret, ladies 
and gentlemen, that for the present every member of this 
household must be regarded as under surveillance. 

Commodore. Say, look here. Lieutenant, you are 
away ofP! My name is not Von Housen as these my 
valued friends will testify. Allow me to present them. 
This young man (pointing to Dick J is Howard Chandler 
Christy. This young athlete is Jack Dempsey (pointing 
to TonyJ This dainty lady (pointing to IsabelJ is Bil- 
lie Burke. This young goddess (indicating Edithj is 
Mary Pickford. This gracious lady (indicating Mrs. 
Darling j is our resourceful diplomist, Portia. And II 
Why, bless your soul, Lieutenant, my name is not Von 
Housen; I'm William Makepeace Thackeray. 

QUICK CURTAIN 



ACT II 

SCENE. — Same as Act I. Time, two days later. Early 
moonlight heginning to show on water. The break- 
fast table has been replaced by a smaller one c. 
ENTER Watkins d.l. Turyis up light and ar- 
ranges articles on table, etc 
ENTER from French window Mrs. Darling wearing 
motor coat, etc. 
Mrs. D. The young people are late, Watkins, I am 
becoming almost worried. (A shrug and laugh) The 
excitement of the past two days I believe has ruffled my 
nerves. 

Watkins. They may have stopped at an inn for a 
bite of supper on their return trip from the city. 
Mrs. D. It is possible ; I have ordered Hodge to bring 



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around the runabout. I am going for a spin up the 
road. I may meet them. 

Watkins. Yes, Mrs. Darling, I will see if the car is 
at the door. ^Watkins Jiolds d.l. open, follows Mrs. 
Darling out. Sliglit pause) 

ENTER Sophie at hack. Takes swift glance arownd 
room, tJien returns to window, keeping in shadow of 
same, as if ivatcMng departure of car, tJie ^'cJioo 
cJioo*' of ivliicJi is Jieard dying away in distance. 
Then comes down c. of room and looks at d.l., 
through which Watkins ENTERS. On seeing her, 
starts, his face hardens, 

Sophie. Hello, Wattie, my Doy! (Nasty laugh) 
Have I given you a turn? You don't seem overjoyed to 
see me. 

Watkins. I 'm not. I thought you were in England. 

Sophie. Well, you see you've got another guess 
coming. 

Watkins. How did you get in here? 

Sophie. Through the window yonder, how'd you 
suppose, down the chimney? You're a fine one to leave 
in charge of a house. Wattie, you 're still a dough head. 

Watkins. What do you want? Nothing good I'll 
wager ! 

Sophie (mockingly). Now Wattie, that's unkind. 

Watkins. Oh, I haven't forgotten the nasty frame- 
up you and your pals put over on me at The Cecil. 

Sophie. 1 can't see you've got any kick coming. 
The bull didn't get you, (Walking about room) and it 
looks as if you had tumbled into a pretty snug berth. 

Watkins. I was never in service at a better place. 

Sophie. It looks it. (Glancing about) Do they 
know here that you were a waiter at The Cecil ? (Grins) 

Watkins (angered). Say! If you've come here ex- 
pecting me to buy your silence, you're going to get left. 

Sophie. Good for you, Wattie! Gee, but you're get- 
ting brave. (Suddenly puts hand under skirt, and 
flashes out gilt beaded purse, and points it at him. 
With half stifled cry he drops into chair) But you get 



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scared too easy. (Lauglis) I see yon haven't changed 
much, I thought perhaps you hadn't. 

Watkins. Well, have your say, Sophie, and get out. 

Sophie. Sure that's the talk, let's get down to cases. 
(Sits close in front of Mm) Listen, you've got a soft 
iDerth here, and Mrs. Darling is a good soul, and you 
wouldn't want to see her and her friends get done. 
That's right, I knew you wouldn't. Listen. There was 
an old geezer called here the other morning, who called 
himself the Commodore, played a John Drew part, a rich 
and respectable gent, well, he ain't one nor the other, 
rich nor respectable. 

Watkins. He's the master of a fine yacht, and I be- 
lieve he's a gentleman. 

Sophie. Nothing to it. The yacht was borrowed. 
I'll bet he didn't give his right name? (Site watches 
liim narroivly) 

Watkins. I don't know that he gave any name. He 
went away with an officer from a revenue cutter. 

Sophie. Sure he did, and I'll give you the straight 
dope. The officer was mistaken. He's no more a spy 
than I am, he proved it and they released him, that's 
something you didnH know. His game is something 
quite different. 

Watkins. See here, Sophie, what's all this talk lead- 
ing to ; you've got an axe to grind, so come to it. 

Sophie- Kight-o. You could use a second girl here, 
couldn't you, Wattie? 

Watkins. Maybe — ^l^ut not you. 

Sophie. Oh, I think you could. If you couldn't, per- 
haps Mrs. Darling wouldn't care to keep in her employ 
a butler named Watterson, discharged from The Cecil 
under the suspicion of theft. 

Watkins. So blackmail is your game! 

Sophie. That's alwa3^s been my lay. I was never a 
thief, you Imow that. Plain stealing is neither genteel 
nor artistic. We 've got the drop on each other, so what 's 
the good of mincing matters? 

Watkins. What's the idea wanting to come here as 
a maid? 

Sophie. To see how Mrs. Darling does up her back 



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hair. (Grins) To do a little quiet work for a party 
that's willing to pay me well. 

Watkins. If you want to come here to spy on Mrs. 
Darling, damn you, there's nothing doing, that's flat. 
She's treated me white 

Sophie. Here, here, Wattie, hold your horses; Mrs. 
Darling don't figure in this at all. It's one of your 
guests I want to keep tabs on, and that Johnny-off-the- 
yacht man. 

Watkins. It don't sound true. Him? He's liable 
never to show up here again. He dropped in to tele- 
phone 

Sophie. Wattie, you're easy. That telephone busi- 
ness was all a blind. I know his sort. (Witli marked 
significance) Mrs. Darling is a rich widow and a good 
looker. He'll drop in again. 

Watkins. Who's the guest you're after? 

Sophie. Young Brayley. Maybe he's entitled to 
some m-oney, and maybe he ain't. Maybe he's married 
and maybe he ain't. 

Wi^TKiNS. I can tell you that he is. 

SoppiiE. Go on, you're kidding. 

Watkins. There's his wife's picture on the mantel. 
(Pointing to photos) 

Sophie (goes over to fliem). Which one of the dolls? 

Watkins. The one in the gilt frame, she's an actress. 

Sophie (lays down lier purse on mantel, wlien sJie 
tales up plioto). She's a good looker; what's her stage 
name ? 

Watkins. Lilla Hampton. 

SoppiiE (her face registers consternation). Ha! And 
I'll bet the other one is Nancy Merrill. Holy Gee, but 
here's a go. (Laughs to cover her agitation. Picks up 
photo of Nancy Merrill j Say, Wattie, do you think 
we look alike? 

Watkins. No. She's a lady. 

Sophie (takes up picture of Miss Ha.mpton> So 
that's Dick Brayley 's wife, and she's down here, just 
think of that. (Turns away with slirug) Well, it's a 
mighty pleasant place. (In her confusion she leaves %er 
purse On mantel. Site walks about room, hut speaks 



22 '^he Commodore 

witJi a far less confident air) Too bad, Wattie, you can't 
run me in as a second girl, but if you can't, why you 
can 't. 

Watkins (suspiciously). I didn't say I couldn't. 
Perhaps I might. (Coming closer) You say you would 
be well paid, do I get a share! 

Sophie. Sure. If I decide to come. (Going towards 
window) 

Watkins. Where can I reach you if I find I can work 
the trick ?. 

Sophie. Sea Gull House. I'm maid (Grins) to a lady 
stopping there lately arrived. (Wiili attempt at Iter old 
jaunty air) Caught sight of you as we went by in the 
car, and thought you might feel slighted if I didn't call. 
(Grins) But it's time for me to vanish. It's mum about 
my being here. 

Watkins. I 'm not likely to mention it. 

Sophie. Perhaps, but sometimes you get rattled. 
(Honk of auto lieard in distance. Site starts and liurries 
to u'indow) Ta ta, AYattie! (Slie laugliingly Mows kiss 
and EXITS quicldy) 

Watkins (watclies lier out. Tlien goes over to vase 
vjliere Tony put clipping; takes it out, glances over it, 
smiles. As lie returns it to vase, notices purse left hy 
Sophie. At a loss ivliat to do with it, becomes rattled. 
Teleplione bell rings violently. He Inirries over to an- 
swer call) Yes. This is 352 Hempstead. — ^Yes, sir. — 
No, sir. — Mrs. Darling is out just now, sir. — Expect her 
in shortly. — Mr. John Wrasper. — Quite right, sir. — 
Very good, sir. — Mr. Brayley will probably be in directly. 
Very good, sir. (Hangs up receiver. Voices lieard out- 
side- He, still liolding purse, is seized witli panic, seek- 
ing soyyie place to liide it. Hurries over to vase and 
crams it in, just as Mrs. Darling ENTERS d.l. followed 
hy Dick a7id Isabel. 

Mrs. D. Perhaps I am very dense, Dick, but I can 
make neither head nor tail of what you have been trying 
to tell me. Mr. Wrasper sends for you, and you find 
he's away, and ]\Iurray Talbot has left the country. 
Now tell the rest, Dick, and tell it slowly. (Business of 
Jianding their wraps to Watkinsj 



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Dick. No, you are not dense, it's more involved than 
a problem in Euclid. 

Mrs. D. I got part of it, and it reminded me of the 
old nursery rhyme, ''I went to Toffie's house, Toffie 
wasn't home." 

Watkins. I beg pardon, Mrs. Darling, but a Mr, 
Wrasper 'phoned to say that he would call here di- 
rectly. 

Dick. That's odd. 

Isabel. Perhaps he will supply the last line of the 
couplet, '^ Toffie came to my house and stole a marrow 
bone." 

Mrs. D. I would like to see him try it. Now Dick, 
once more. Cut details, I want just bare facts. 

Dick. Wrasper not at office. Away on vacation. 
Partner tells me that their client, Talbot, on being sent 
my address, starts pell-mell for here. The next thing 
they hear from him, he has taken a steamer, they think 
for Europe. Been cabled for by his son. 

Isabel. Which settles the question of the Commodore 
not being Talbot. 

Dick. Yes, and that is about all that has been cleared 
up. In respect to my personal interests, the Wrasper 
people I fancy know a great deal more than they chose 
to impart. I have a hunch that a hitch has arisen about 
my being the long lost heir. The whole thing looked 
phony to me from the first. 

Mrs. D. Well, up to the present time I have led a 
calm and eminently sane existence, but now I feel as if 
I had suddenly been drawn into the plot of a moving 
picture drama. Goodness knows the nature of the next 
picture to be flashed on the screen, it will probably 
be 

Watkins (announces). Mr. Wrasper. 

Mrs. D. By all means, show Mr. Wrasper in. 

[EXIT Watkins hach 

Mrs. D. See! Not a hitch in the performance. 
(Rising) Of course, Dick, I will leave you alone to talk 
business. 

Dick. Please do not, I much prefer 



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ENTER Wrasper hack, 

Mrs. D. (lows). Mr. Wrasper? 

Wrasper. Mrs. Darling, I presume. And this, doubt- 
less, is Mr. Richard Brayley? 

Dick. Yes, sir. And this is Mrs. Brayley. (Presents 
Isabel^ 

Wrasper. Charmed to meet Mrs. Brayley. 

Mrs. D. This is a favorite chair with nieil generally, 
Mr. Wrasper, perhaps yon will prove no exception. 

Wrasper. Thank you, Mrs. Darling. (Tliey all sit) 
A most delightful location you have here, Mrs. Darling. 
The view from the upper windows must be superb. 

Mrs. D. Yes, we find it so. 

Wrasper. I have not the slightest doubt of it. Hem. 
I wish to apologize at once, Mr. Brayley, for not keep- 
ing my appointment vv^ith you at my office, but Mrs. 
Wrasper 's health v/as threatened, and her physician or- 
dered an imm.ediate change of air so v/e hurried down 
here to the shore, but perhaps we can talk business out- 
side of my office. You received a letter from me a short 
time ago on a little matter regarding your late father's 
interest in a mine? 

Dick. And its general contents v/as rather a surprise 
to me, for you see I never heard my father speak 

Mrs. D. (ivlio is sitting a little heliind Wrasper, slial^es 
Iter head at DickJ. Pardon me, gentlemen, for inter- 
rupting, but I fancy you prefer to talk over your busi- 
ness affairs alone. (Bises, as if to leave) 

Dick. Pray do not leave us, Mrs. Darling! There 
are to be no family skeletons exhumed, and yoi^ir advice 
is always valuable. 

Mrs. D. Thank you, Dick. But Mr. Wrasper will 
constitute your advisory board. 

Wrasper (adjusts glasses, produces documents). This 
affair presents some unusual — I might say, unique fea- 
tures. The salient points I mentioned in my letter re- 
garding Mr. Murray Talbot and your late father being 
joint partners in a mine, knovAai as the Early Crow 
Mine, which had been practically abandoned, but re- 
cently operated with most gratifying results. It is then 



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that Mr. Talbot writes us, and through your club, we 
are able to get in communication with you. Here is his 
letter, it may interest you to glance over it. (Hands 
letter. Business of Wrasper looking over his papers. 
Dick and Mrs. Darling read letter) 

Dick. Yes — it is indeed interesting. 

Mrs. D. Though peculiar, Mr. Talbot's signature de- 
notes a strong character, does it not ? 

Wrasper. Yes, that was my inference. Though at 
various times our firm has acted as Mr. Talbot's attorney, 
I have never had the pleasure of meeting the man per- 
sonally. And now, Mr. Brayley, we come to a crucial 
point, which will make your claim to your father's for- 
tune clear and legal. Have you in your possession any 
document — it might be in the form of stock certificate, 
or written agreement between your father and Mr. Tal- 
bot, in reference to their joint ownership in the Early 
Crow Mine? 

Dick. I regret to say that I found nothing of that 
nature among his papers. 

Wrasper- Ah. Indeed, that is unfortunate. 

Mrs. D. Of course, Mr. Wrasper, my knowledge of 
such matters is very limited, but if such a document 
cannot be found, is there any law to prevent Mr. Bray- 
ley, his father's sole heir, from coming into possession 
of the accumulated profits from the mine? 

Wrasper. As you put it, in the abstract, no. But 
supposing that Mr. Brayley Sr. — we will say pressed 
for money — sold his share in the supposed exhausted 
mine? 

Dick (eagerly). Have you any reason to believe that 
such a transaction took place? 

Wrasper. N — 0. And perhaps yes. I do not care 
to commit myself until I have made a more searching 
investigation, and perhaps talked with Mr. Talbot. I 
will say this much — a certain party Ave have in mind, 
we believe might have been in a position — hem — at one 
time to drive a hard bargain with Mr. Brayley, Sr., and 
this man has recently returned from the West, and in- 
directly — so I am told — has been making vague inquiries 
which might implicate your interests. And we believe 



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we are in a position to prove that this man, in more 
than one instance, has taken unfair, I might say illegal, 
methods to force his victims to transfer to him their in- 
terests in certain ventures for a beggarly sum. 

Dick. I am afraid I can see the end of my dream. 
I'm sorry. 

Mrs. D. Mr. Wrasper, if such a catastrophe as you 
suggest arises, would your firm be willing to take the 
case in Mr. Brayley's interests? 

Wrasper. Every attorney, I fancy, is willing to ac- 
cept new and desirable clients, Mrs. Darling, but I feel 
constrained to say, that the hypothetical case we have in 
mind might incur the expenditure of quite an amount of 
money in the way of research and investigation, but of 
course if Mr. Brayley is in a position 

Dick. Which I am sorry to say I am not. 

Mrs. D. Now see here, Dick, if vou will allow me ■ 



Dick. I anticipate your generous offer, Mrs. Darling, 
but could not think of accepting it. 

Wrasper. I actually believe Mr. Brayley could take 
into court a very promising case, in fact I think so well 
of his chances of success, that I am almost tempted to 
make him a proposition. 

Dick. I should be very glad to hear it. 

Wrasper. I was going to suggest, that perhaps if 
you were willing to consent to Mrs. Darling assuming 
the responsibility of all or a part of the expenses inci- 
dental to searching investigation, I might consent taking 
your case — to use an ugly word — on speculation. If 
we lose, there is always that contingency to be reckoned 
with — I receive nothing. If we win — it would seem to 
me ten per cent, of the amount secured for you would 
not be an exorbitant fee. (Snviles hlandly) 

Dick- No, it v^^ould not. W^ill you give me a little 
time to consider the proposition? 

Wrasper (rising). Certainly, Mr. Brayley. I am 
stopping for the present with my family at the Sea Gull, 
you can reach me at any time on the 'phone. I prom- 
ised Mrs. Vv^rasper I would not be long, so I think I will 
have to say good evening. Delighted to have had the 
pleasure of meeting Mrs. Darling and Mrs. Brayley. 



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(Going) I trust we may become better acquainted, Mr. 
Brayley, at least in a business way. Good evening. 

[EXIT, hotving d.l., Dick following Jiim. 

Dick (coining downj. Well, by George, I've changed 
my opinions concerning lawyers. Mr. Wrasper certainly 
seems disposed to act white, but I still protest, Mrs. 
Darling, about you risking a single penny in my behalf. 

Mrs. D. (quietly). I don't intend risking a single 
penny. 

Isabel (at first registers surprise, tJien hriglitening). 
Oh, I see, you think Dick's chances of winning are so 
sure, that no risk is involved. 

Mrs. D. (wliimsicalhj). Would you two like to have 
me tell you what I really think? 

Is^i^^L. I Why, yes, of course. 

Mrs. D. In the first place, I think you two children 
ought to have a guardian or nurse to see that you don't 
fall into the fire, swallow pins, or run away and 
turn cowboys. That's my first think; and, further- 
more — notwithstanding — know-all-men-by-these-presents, 
I think Mr. Wrasper is about the most plausible scamp 
it has ever been my misfortune to meet. 

Isabel. Why — why, Mrs. Darling, what can you 
mean ? 

IVIrs. D. I mean I'm using my woman's intuition, 
my common sense, seasoned with a pinch of worldly 
experience, and garnished with good sound logic ! This 
certain party I have in mind (Imitating Wrasper 's 
voice), this mysterious man, whose sole business in life 
it would appear is to rob the weak and unfortunate, is 
a myth. Mr. Wrasper thought he saw a chance to make 
some easy money. He would make a great ado about 
investigation, ultimately find your claim perfectly sound 
and legal, and then collect his ten per cent, for doing 
nothing. In short, Wrasper came to my house to steal 
a marrow bone, and tliere won't he no hone! Ugh! 
These smooth rascals irritate me. (Walking about) 

Dick. Pardon me, but I can't agree with you. The 
fact is I haven't a scrap of paper to show that father 
ever owned a penny in the Early Crow Mine. 



28 The Commodore 

Isabel. But Mr. Talbot, who was his partner, says he 
did. 

Dick. Perhaps he did at one time but, as Wrasper 
pointed out, father might have sold his interest quite 
unknown to Talbot. 

Isabel (sadly). To this man just returned from the 
West. 

Mrs. D. Man, fiddlesticks ! A hundred men have re- 
cently returned from the West. 

Dick (warmly). Yes, including that fictitious old 
Commodore, whom jon seem not to mistrust. 

Isabel. The Commodore! It might be he. 

Mrs. D. For pity's sake, who next will you accuse 
that delightful old Commodore of being. First you 
were sure he Avas Murra^^ Talbot. Then a detective sent 
down here hy that credulous old goose. Dexter; then a 
smuggler and an escaped criminal, and a spy, and 

Dick. I am not so sure but what Isabel may be on 
the right track. Working along the lines of elimination, 
we know he's not Talbot, for lie's on the high seas. Nor 
a detective, for they rarely own a thirty-thousand-dollar 
yacht, or a spy, for we saw him return to his yacht, and 
the cutter sail away, so you see it might easily be 

Mrs. D. losing patience . ''How old is Ann!" 
''Button, button, who's got the button?" Let's start a 
new game, Who 's got the Commodore ! Sometimes, Dick 
dear, you almost get on my nerves. (Honk of auto lieard 
outside) Thank goodness, here come Edith and Tony. 
Perhaps they can solve the riddle Who 's got the Commo- 
dore. ' ' ^^ 

Dick. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if they could, 
for without I am very much mistaken they are bringing 
the Commodore back with them. 



ENTER at hack Edith, followed hy tlie Commodore 
and Tony. 

Tony (talking as tliey enter). A twenty-foot yacht 
is the most common in these waters. Of course your's 
is much larger. 



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Edith. "We overtook the Commodore on his way here, 
and persuaded him to share our car. 

Commodore. And I trust that Mrs. Darling will be 
equally gracious to a comparative stranger, and grant 
him an opportunity of establishing his innocence. (The 
first part of the following scene is played in a light, ban- 
tering vein hetiveen Mrs. Darling mid the Commodore^ 

Mrs. D. a prisoner, I believe, is always given the 
benefit of the doubt until he is proven guilty. 

Commodore. You are most kind and encouraging, 
Mrs. Darling. (Bowing) 

Mrs. D. And from what special sins would you seek 
absolution? I trust it is not a case of an accusing con- 
science ? 

Commodore. No, indeed, but being something of a 
deductionist, I can readily see how a chain of unfortu- 
nate circum.stances might have induced you to charge me 
Avith trespass, high treason and a close kinship with the 
notorious Machiavelli. 

Mrs. D. Well, you see I have not made recourse to 
habeas corpus proceedings. As you have appeared be- 
fore us of your own volition it is a point in your favor. 
Won't you be seated, Commodore? Mr. and ]\Irs. Bax- 
ter are presumably your allies, and perhaps you can win 
the faith and good will of Mr. and Mrs. Brayley. (They 
all sit) Now I think we are ready to listen to your plea. 

Commodore. In defence of the first charge, intrusion 
— ah, thereby hangs a tale. As I mentioned, Mrs. Dar- 
ling, in our brief interview, I have recently returned 
from the West. While on the train as we neared New 
York, I was cleverly drawn into conversation with two 

young women, and most unfortunately for me 

(Suppressed excitement on part of listeners) 

Tony (impulsively). Are — you Mr. Dexter? 

Commodore. So you have read of my misadventure 
in the papers ? 

Tony. Why — well, yes, I fancy so. 

Commodore. Then I will take up my story where the 
paper left off. On discovering that I had been robbed, 
I placed my case in the hands of a private detective. 
For certain reasons I deferred the business which had 



30 The Commodore 

brought me East, and chartered a yacht for a cruise. 
The other morning, a launch passed close to the Vixen^ 
and among its passengers I recognized one of the young 
women who robbed me. Through my glasses I traced 
the launch to the landing of the Sea Gull hotel. Seized 
with a sudden impulse to notify my detective without 
delay, I begged the privilege of using Mrs. Darling's 
telephone, which I was prevented from doing by a sig- 
nal from my sailing master. On returning to this house, 
I — I was given the impression that — the present com- 
pany was in a state of mild panic. I was about to make 
due explanation, when that officious lieutenant appeared 
on the scene and 

Tony. And spilled the beans. I beg pardon 

Edith. Tony ! 

Commodore. You are quite right, Mr. Baxter, spilled 
the beans. I could not but help feeling that I in a meas- 
ure was responsible for you all being placed in an em- 
barrassing position, yet the absurdity of the whole afPair 
appealed to my sense of humor. Of course the Lieuten- 
ant knew I was chaffing him, but the tension had to be 
broken somehow. (All laugli) 

Mrs. D. You have handled your defence admirably, 
Commodore, and, I think, (Turning to company) stand 
vindicated. (Company seniles and nods) 

Commodore. Thank you. 

Isabel. But I am all impatient to hear the denoue- 
ment. Of course you have had the female Raffles ar- 
rested, and, I trust, recovered your property. 

Commodore. N — o. (Wifli slirug and Jialf laugli) I 
sincerely wish the tabloid melodrama had been brought 
to such a satisfactory curtain. 

Mrs. D. Then she is still at liberty, free to rob some- 
one else? 

Commodore. I scarcely think she will attempt an- 
other coup. She is at present under strict surveillance, 
and yet — her audacity is amazing. 

Tony. What's the idea? 

Commodore. My detective entertained the hope that 
she might be joined or communicate with her clever ac- 
complice, and by that ruse — as he expressed it — bag 



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both the jail birds. 

Tony. Your man is on to his job all right. 

Dick. I am quite curious to know which member of 
the team of Hampton and Merrill this young woman 
claimed to be. 

Commodore. Miss Merrill ; the spurious Miss Hamp- 
ton was by far the more clever and attractive of the 
pair. (Amused glances exchanged among group, wJiicJi 
puzzle the Commodore^ 

Mrs. D. I seem to feel intuitively, Commodore, that 
perhaps you may have another, and more involved, rea- 
son for permitting this girl to remain at liberty. Am I 
becoming too clever? (Laughs) 

Commodore (studying her face with a glance). No, 
Mrs. Darling, in fact I find myself confronted by a situ- 
ation so delicate, so puzzling, as to cause me to question 
the sincerity of more than one in whom I had the utmost 
confidence. 

Mrs. D. (archly). A suspicious person might almost 
detect a personal note lurking in your rather vague con- 
fession. (Mocking laugh) 

Commodore. The challenge in your laugh almost 
tempts me to borrow a shaft from your quiver of rep- 
artee, and ask, is it an instance of an accusing con- 
science ? 

Mrs. D. (surprised^ and a little indignant). An ac- 
cusing conscience ? I — I — really fail to catch the — point 
of the joke, for of course your question is open to no 
other construction. Will you kindly be a little less ob- 
scure ? 

Commodore. Yes, as you request it, I believe it would 
be only just to you, your friends and to me that I speak 
freely, and by way of preface I would ask, are you ac- 
quainted with the actress Nancy Merrill ? 

Mrs. D. (coolly). The real, or the counterfeit? 

Commodore. The real, Mrs. Darling. 

Mrs. D. Yes, intimately. 

Commodore. Has she been a recent visitor here? 

Mrs. D. Yes, very recently. 

Commodore. I am glad to know that, it at least cuts 
one knot in the complication. I assume you are not 



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aware that the counterfeit Miss Merrill was seen enter- 
ing this house not an hour ago. (Ripple of excitement 
stirs company) 

Mrs. D. No. I was not, and if this be true, I think 
you will admit it was most reprehensible for your man 
to allow this girl to be at large. 

Commodore. I deserve all the censure, Mrs. Darling. 
The detective, stung by the girl 's audacity, was keen for 
seizing her as she left your house ; I restrained him. She 
was on your premises, and I wished to spare you any 
further annoyance on the score of my personal affairs. 

Mrs. D. (more graciously). That was very consider- 
ate in you. 

Commodore. I — I trust I am not bungling on ex- 
tremely delicate ground, Mrs. Darling, in calling your 
attention to the obvious fact that this girl must be on 
terms of intimacy with so7ne inmate of your house, for 
she remained here some little time. 

Dick. An acquaintance of one of the maids, perhaps. 

Commodore. Perhaps, but she was seen to enter and 
leave by that window. (Indicating unndow at hack) 
And I fancy you do not permit the maids to receive 
their callers in this room. 

Dick. Wh^^ — no, decidedly not. 

Mrs. D. Pardon me, sir, but I am beginning to re- 
sent the attitude you seem bent on assuming on this 
affair. Are you trying to make it appear that some mem- 
ber of my household is a confidant of thieves? 

Commodore. No. I am trying to be your friend. 

Dick. You say it was within the hour that the girl 
was seen at this house. She may have gained access 
while we were all away. 

Mrs. D. But Watkins rarely leaves this floor, and he 
knew we were out motoring. He may be stupid at 
times, but he is faithful to the last degree. 

Tony. The most, sensible thing it would seem to me 
to do, would be to question Watkins. 

Mrs. D. Yes, of course. (Touches hell) This whirl- 
pool of excitement has paralyzed my wits. I never be- 
lieved in hoodoos before. 

ToNY- There sure is a jinx hovering near. 



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ENTER Watkins d.l. 

Mrs. D. Were you on this floor all evening, Watkins ? 

Watkins. I never left it for a moment, except to see 
you to your car, Mrs. Darling. 

Mrs. D. Did any one call in my absence? 

Watkins. Yes, Mrs. Darling, Mr. Wrasper on the 
telephone. 

Mrs. D. And are you sure you remained in this room 
after receiving Mr. Wrasper 's message? 

Watkins. Every instant. Pardon me, but perhaps 
you will recall finding me here on your return. 

Dick (to Tonyj. That's right. 

Mrs. D. (ivitli a note of triumpli in Iter voice). And 
if anyone had entered — we will say by that window, you 
could not but help seeing them ? 

Watkins. Why — no, Mrs. Darling. I was standing 
by the window much of the time, and I positively saw no 
one enter by the windoAV or door. 

Mrs. D. Very well, that will do, Watkins. 

Watkins. Thank you, Mrs. Dai-ling. [EXIT, d.l. 

Mrs. D. And I can vouch for no stranger being ad- 
mitted — except Mr. Wrasper — after my return. Your 
detective. Commodore, could scarcely mistake him for 
the bogus Miss Merrill? 

Commodore (perplexed). Scarcely. So Mr. Wras- 
per called here. (Mirtliless laugli) Well, to use a trite 
expression, the mystery deepens. 

Mrs. D. Really, Commodore, you appear to be a 
genius for developing mysteries. I am afraid recent 
associations with your astute detective has made you 
unduly suspicious. (LaugJis) It is ungenerous, I know, 
to exult at another's discomfort, but don't you think it 
possible you may have been laboring under several de- 
lusions ? 

Commodore (reflectively). I am beginning to believe 
that perhaps I have. Mr. Baxter, do you recall that in 
the account you read of my being robbed, that any men- 
tion was made of the future plans of the fictitious Mr. 
Dexter? I have a special reason in asking. 

Tony. I — don 't recall that there was. I think I have 
the clipping right here. (Goes over to mantel and 



34 The Commodore 

hrings vase to table; hegiyis pulling out papers, and soon 
discovers tlie purse placed there by WatkinsJ Whose 
is this? You women are the limit. First thing a howl 
will go up that you have been robbed. (Tliroivs purse 
on table) Ah, yes, here's the clipping. (Begins read- 
ing it to liimself. Isabel and Edith come to table, and 
examine purse) 

Edith. It certainly is not mine. 

Isabel. I never had one even like it. 

Commodore (witli quiet sarcasm). Perhaps it be- 
longs to one of the maids. 

Mrs. D. (wlio lias joined tlie group). Let me see it. 
Perhaps there is a card inside. (Business of opening it) 
Quite a roll of bills, and a small package. Feels — like — 
pills. (Opens package) Why, they look like — uncut 
stones ! 

Commodore. They are. I brought them on from_ the 
West. 

Tony. Well, what the 

Commodore. It was really very kind in Miss Merrill 
to return my property. (Quiet laugJi) She certainly 
adopts unique methods in plying her profession. 

Mrs. D. You still insist she was here? 

Commodore. It would seem to me we have undeniable 
proof. (Talxcs stones and places tliem in package) They 
were — appropriated by the deft fingers of Miss Hamp- 
ton or Miss Merrill ; is not the deduction simple ? But 
— ^Umph. — When calling here did Mr. Wrasper happen 
to go near that vase? 

Mrs. D. (losing patience). No. Can it be possible 
you are trying to implicate Mr. Wrasper in this affair? 

Commodore. It would not be beyond the bounds of 
possibility. 

Mrs. D. I am becoming tired of all this fencing in 
the dark, I prefer to fight in the open. 

Commodore. I gladly accept your challenge, and in- 
vite any questions you choose to ask. 

]\Irs. D. Are you acquainted with Mr. Wrasper? 

Commodore. In a business way, yes. In the past he 
was the Eastern attorney for several mine owners. At 
one time I employed him. 



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Dick (eagerly). Then you have been interested in 
mines. Could it be possible you know anything about 
a mine known as the Early Crow? 

Commodore. I think so. It has been known of late 
as the Resurrection mine. It was originally owned and 
operated by a man named Talbot, and a partner, Carlton 
Brayley; these facts are well known in mining circles. 

Dick (eagerly). Perhaps you may regard it as an 
idle question, but were you ever acquainted with this 
Murray Talbot, or Mr. Brayley? 

Commodore (serious note in Ms voice). No, it is not 
an idle question. This is a small world after all. I 
have known Talbot intimately for many years. I trust 
I am not betraying his confidence when I say that the 
sudden death of Brayley w^as a staggering blow to him. 
The partners, I believe, had quarrelled, and when it was 
too late Talbot discovered that he had done his old friend 
a terrible wrong. "When the Early Crow sprang into 
life, it was Talbot's intention to come East, and make 
every effort to ascertain if Brayley had any heirs living, 
and if so, make reparation for the wrong he had done 
a man worthy his highest esteem and respect. 

Dick (witli show of emotion). Carlton Brayley was 
my father, sir. Mr. Talbot did come East, but was un- 
expectedly summoned to Europe, his son wounded some- 
where in France, so Mr. Wrasper's clerk informed me. 

Commodore. Mr. Brayley, what you tell me interests 
me deeply. 

ENTER Watkins, d.l. 

Watkins. Pardon me, sir, this note has just come for 
Mr. Brayle3^ The messenger is waiting for an answer. 
(Hands Dick note) 

Dick. For me? (To company) Will you excuse 
me? (Opens note and reads) It is from Mr. Wrasper. 
(Beads) It is — rather surprising — he wants me to make 
an appointment to meet him here to-morrow morning at 
ten 'clock ! He writes he has just learned that the dan- 
gerous party to whom he alluded is likely to make seri- 
ous trouble unless immediate steps are taken to prevent 



36 The Commodore 

him. ("Mrs. Darling sniffs) That^s bad. In a post- 
script he adds, ' ' It is reported that the steamer on which 
Talbot sailed has been torpedoed!" (Turning to Mrs. 
Darling hopelessly ) What's the use of making an ap- 
pointment if Talbot is lost? 

Mrs. D. Do as you think best, Dick. I am afraid my 
advice is of little value. 

Commodore. Pardon me, Mr. Brayley, I do not wish 
to again appear as an intruder, but I do earnestly wish 
that you would consent to make this appointment. And 
— and I would be very glad if you would permit me to 
be present at this interview; I believe I can be of real 
service to you. 

Dick (for an instant studying tJie Commodore's face). 
I appreciate and accept your offer. I will write Wras- 
per to come. (Goes up toivards desk l.c. Tlie Commo- 
dore meets Mm and grasps Ms Jiand) 

Commodore. Thank you, Brayley, and don't be dis- 
couraged. (Tlie Commodore crosses in front of Dick, 
goes over and picks up ^'Vanity Fair'' left by Tony, cas- 
ually reads title. Dick goes to desk and writes note, 
wMcli lie Jiands to Watkins ivJio EXITS, d.l. Commo- 
dore comes DOWN, consulting watcli) It is getting late, 
and we have had an exciting evening. (Smiles) I am 
most grateful to you for so graciously receiving a world- 
Avanderer within your charming circle. And Mrs. Dar- 
ling, will you indulge a vagary of mine by consenting to 
read before retiring — say chapter fifteen in *' Vanity 
Fair. ' ' Its satirical humor I have found to be a wonder- 
ful tranquilizer for nerves. 

Mrs. D. (lauglis). A novel request certainly. Com- 
modore. I never heard of Thackeray being prescribed 
as a bromide. But to be indulgent I will try the experi- 
ment. 

Commodore. Thank you. (Going) The contents of 
Miss Merrill's purse I will leave for the present in your 
keeping. Then till to-morrow morning at ten! Au re- 
voir. [EXIT, d.l. 

Tony. Well, talk about your continuous perform- 
ances, there has been more head-line stuff pulled off here 
to-night than 



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Mrs. D. (at table, liead huried in hands. Looks up, 
speaks almost crossly). Please don't any of yon say 
another word. My head is in a whirl. 

Isabel (taking Dick's arm and leading Jiim towards 
D.R. j. Come, Dick, Mrs. Darling is very tired. (Signals 
to Tony and Edith to folloiv, wMcli tJiey do. Tony tlie 
the very last) 

Tony (as Jie EXITS;. All right, I'm coming, but I 
would give up quite a few yellow backs to know who put 
that purse in that vase. [EXIT, d.r. 

Mrs. D. (slight pause. She raises her head, sighs, no- 
tices purse and package of stories in front of her, reflects 
an instant,, then smiles, looks around to see if any one is 
about, extracts contents of purse, and places it with 
stones in concealment about person. Rises and places 
purse in sideboard dratver. Takes vase, and replaces it 
in original place on mantel and returns to seat at table) 

ENTER Watkins, d.l., keeping his eyes on Mrs. Dar- 
ling. Glides over and slips note in ** Vanity Fair." 
Then coughs to attract attention. 

Mrs. D. (starting up). Watkins, close up the house 
at once. And be sure every door and window is doubly 
locked, for we are likely to be visited by Baffles, Arsene 
Lupin, The Artful Dodger and — Banquo 's ght)st ! 

Watkins (utterly bewildered). Very good, Mrs. 
Darling, just so. [EXIT Mrs. Darling, d.l. 

Watkins goes up, closes and locks French window, looks 
cautiously about and hurries over to vase. The cur- 
tains at the curtained entrance part and Mrs. Dar- 
ling's face appears. She watches Watkins while 
he is searching the vase. When he discovers the loss 
of the purse his face registers surprise and alarm. 
As he turns and comes down and switches off the 
light, Mrs. Darling's face disappears. He then 
EXITS D.L. Slight pause. Mrs. Darling RE- 
ENTERS cautiously, goes over to sideboard, takes 
empty purse and puts it in vase. Laughs softly. 
Snaps the searclilight she carries. Goes over to 
bookcase, takes up copy of "Yanitp Fair'' and open€ 



3iS The Commodore 

it. The note left in it by Watkins d7vps out. Slie 
picks it up, goes to table, turns on light and opens 
note. At first her face registers surprise, then 
amusement. Laughing, makes EXIT d.l., her shoul- 
ders still shaking with suppressed laughter. 

SLOW CURTAIN 



ACT III 

SCENE: — Mrs. Darling's library. Next morning. 
Doors R. and l. ; bay window with window seat c. 
of rear fiat with bookcase on each side of it. Man- 
telpiece DOWN L. Library table down c. Chairs as 
may be desired. DISCOVERED Tony in window 
seat reading ^^ Vanity Fair.'' He looks up from 
hook, nods his head wisely as if making discovery 
and then resumes his reading. 

ENTER Edith, d.r. 

Edith. What, Tony dear, in here all by your lone- 
some, and it is such a perfect morning for tennis ? 

Tony. Yes, having a little session With ''Vanity 
Fair." Remember I told you I was going to take up 
serious reading. 

Edith (looks over his shoidder at book). You surely 
have not read the two hundred and first page this morn- 
ing? You must be a rapid reader, Tony, (Grins) or a 
terrible skipper. 

Tony. Oh, I don't know. (Lays down book) See 
here, Tootsie, I want to have a talk, and see if you can 
decide whether your hubby is a pretty shrewd boy, or is 
chasing toy balloons. 

Edith. Ease your mind, Tony, ease your mind. 

Tony. That's precisely what I wish I could do. 
(Gets up, walks about) Now I have done a whole lot 
of thinking this morning, and have arived nowhere. To 
put it bluntly, the problem is this. Some one is a pretty 
slick article, and I can't decide whether it's Watkins, 
this Mr. Wrasper or the Commodore, but I am willing 



The Commodore 39 

to bet a large red apple that at least one of that trio 
knows who put that purse in that vase. 

Edith (comes down and sits at table). The Commo- 
dore virtually proved that my counterfeit Nancy Mer- 
rill must have done the trick. 

Tony. And Watkins declares that no one entered 
the room, and I'm inclined to believe Watkins, and for 
this reason. A clever crook as this girl evidently is, 
would never take the chance of being pinched, by com- 
ing to this house and leaving stolen goods, which be- 
longed to a man living on a yacht a mile or so away. It 
doesn't listen right. 

Edith. Yes, that 's so, and I very much doubt if Wat- 
kins is clever or nervj^ enough to be the pal of a crook. 
But I cannot possibly see how Mr. Wrasper or the Com- 
modore could in any way be connected with this affair. 
Isabel tells me that "Wrasper made a short business call, 
and was under the watchful eyes of Dick and Mrs. 
Darling every minute, especially Mrs. Darling, for she 
mistrusts him through and through. 

Tony. There you are ! Oh, Mrs. Darling is some wise 
guyist. 

Edith. And as for the Commodore, we were all pres- 
ent every minute he was here, why should you for a 
moment suspect him? I rather like the Commodore. 

Tony. So do I, and I believe he is sincere in offering 
to help Dick, but yet he doesn't say or do things right 
out in the open. For instance, as far as I am aware, 
none of us actuallj^ knows his real name. Supposing 
any one should ask you, he's Commodore who, which or 
what? (Grins) Of course telling the revenue officer 
he was William Makepeace Thackeray was all a bluff, 
just to keep the officer guessing. Then his asking Mrs. 
Darling to read the fifteenth chapter in ''Vanity Fair'* 
was decidedly cryptic. Do you get me? 

Edith. Yes, but I can't see that you are getting 
much on the Commodore. Humph — I never thought of 
that before, we really don't know his name, do we? How 
funny. 

Tony. I wonder if Mrs. Darling does ? 

Edith (slowly). She — may, if there was some secret 



40 



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to be conveyed in her reading a certain chapter in the 
book, she must. One can't — crypt all alone, can they? 

Tony. No, not usually. Now I don't know whether 
she has read that certain chapter yet or not, but little 
Tony for the last hour has been doing just that very 
thing, and I fancy I have stumbled on a find. 

Edith. Not really! Oh, Tony, how tremendously 
clever you are. 

Tony (closing one eye knowingly). If the opening 
lines in the chapter do mean anything, then the Commo- 
dore must be sentimentally cracked. Just list to this, 
and he has only known Mrs. Darling three days. Please 
remember, that the previous chapter ends with Sir Pitt 
proposing to Beckey Sharp. (Beads) *' Every reader 
of a sentimental turn of mind — and we desire no others 
— must have been pleased with the tableaux with which 
the last act of our little drama concluded : for what can 
be prettier than an image of Love on his knees before 
Beauty?" 

Edith (sliaking Iter head). Tony, I am afraid you are 
not as clever as I credited you with being. It's too re- 
mote. The Commodore would never dare to be so — 
ardent. And yet — did you notice at breakfast how bub- 
bling over with mischief Mrs. Darling was? I caught 
her more than once laughing to herself. Oh, man, man, 
how easily you succumb to the light that lies in women's 
eyes! 

Tony. And doesn't the poem go on to say — 



*'My only books, were women's looks 
And folly's all they taught me?" 



Edith. Tony ! 

Tony (comes over aiid puts his arms about her). But. 
of course, there are exceptions. 

Edith. Now that you have given me a hint, I am 
going to study Mrs. Darling carefully, and I believe T 
can discover if she has read that chapter, and if it 
caused this ripple of exuberant spirits. 



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ENTER Mrs. Darling, d.r., very hnezily, 

Mrs. D. Oh, you spooneys. (Lauglis) Tony and 
Edith break away) Why are you not out of doors this 
glorious morning ? It seems to me I never saw the world 
so full of sunshine. ("Edith and Tony exchange nods 
and glances) Even the birds seem to be making holiday, 
and singing love songs. (Business of scanning books in 
cases while speaking) 

Tony. Ah, yes. Love kneeling at the feet of Beauty. 

Edith (turns away to conceal suppressed laughter. 
More exchange of nods and smiles). Were you look- 
ing for any particular book, Mrs. Darling 1 

Mrs. p. Yes, '' Vanity Fair." Weren't you looking 
it over in the morning room the other day, but I don't 
seem to find it there ? 

Edith (blankly). Then— then you haven't read the 
chapter the Commodore asked you to? 

Mrs. D. No. My mind was so taken up with other 
matters last evening, that I forgot all about it. (Care- 
less tone, keeps on looking. Slight pause) 

Tony (with grimace at Edith J. Oh — I believe I'll 
join Dick and Isabel on the tennis courts. (Jams hands 
in pockets, and EXITS, crestfallen, d.r. Edith sneaks 
toivards d.r. J 

Mrs. D. Going, dear? If you see Watkins, please 
tell him to come in here at once. 

Edith (weakly). Yes, Mrs. Darling. 

[EXIT, demurely, d.r. 
("Mrs. Darling continues to bustle about room, arranging 
things here and there. May be singing softly to her- 
self. Takes pens and paper from table drawer) 

ENTER Watkins, d.r. Eyes Mrs. Darling suspiciously. 

Mrs. D. (rather crisp turn of voice). Watkins, after 
ten o'clock I am not to be disturbed. I shall be in this 
room attending to some important business. I am ex- 
pecting a lawyer, Mr. Wrasper, and Commodore — 
Thackeray, and I may have to summon a detective to be 
present at this meeting. I am not sure yet. When they 



42 The Commodore 

arrive, conduct the Commodore to the reception rooitt. 
(Pointing to d.lJ Show Mr. Wrasper in here at once. 
Is that perfectly clear? 

Watkins (looking frightened). Yes, Mrs. Darling. 

Mrs. D. (seated at table). Watkins, do you know 
what an exhibit is? 

Watkins. AVhy yes — or perhaps no. I attended an 
exhibit once at the Crystal Palace, London 

Mrs. D. No. What I mean is something quite differ- 
ent. In a criminal case, clothing, weapons, purses or 
any other articles found on, or in the possession of the 
murdered when brought into court are known as ex- 
hibits, and their silent testimony frequently condemns a 
prisoner — to death. Watkins, in the right-hand vase on 
the mantel in the morning room, you will find a beaded 
purse, please bring it to me at once. 

Watkins (nearly collapses, swallows, iindhle to speak 
for an instant). Y-e-s — Mrs. — Darling, I will endeavor 
to do so. [EXIT, D.R. 

("Mrs. D. as tlie door closes behind Watkins, with dif- 
ficulty restrains her laughter. At tahle ivrites brief 
note, takes pin from her dress, goes up to d.l. and if pos- 
sible gives the impression of pinning it on outside of 
door. Comes dovv^n just as Watkins ENTERS. Scared 
**blue,'^ he hands purse to Mrs. Darling j 

Mrs. D. (takes purse and opens it. Her face registers 
surprise, then frowns at finding it empty. Gives Wat- 
kins searching glance). Yv^hat has become of the con- 
tents of this purse? 

Watkins. I — really can't say, Mrs. Darling. I 
brought it direct from the vase to you. 

Mrs. D. Watkins, did you ever see this purse before 
taking it from the vase? 

Watkins. I may have done so — I have seen Mrs. 
Brayley and Mrs. Baxter carrying beaded affairs, but I 
never noticed them particularly. 

Mrs. D. This purse does not belong to either Mrs. 
Brayley or Mrs. Baxter. (Slowly) It was placed in 
that vase last night — by you. 

Watkins (in mild panic). Why — yes — Mrs. Darling, 
a — a — quite right. I do remember finding it, and in — 



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an absent moment, must have put it in the vase. 

Mrs. D. (sharply). Watkins, you are trying to de- 
ceive me. You know to whom this purse belongs, and 
how it came in this house ! 

Watkins (gasping). I — I — I 

Mrs. D. I am positive that last evening it contained 
quite a sum of money, and some precious stones and 
you bring it to me this morning — empty. Watkins, wlio 
brought this purse into this house f 

Watkins. A — a — an undesirable party. 

Mrs. D. How did the undesirable party gain access 
to this house? You told me last night that you neither 
admitted nor saw anyone enter. 

Watkins. She admitted herself. I found her in the 
morning room when I returned from seeing you to your 
car. (MeeMy) 

Mrs. D. The young woman must be a friend of yours, 
as you have virtually lied for her. 

Watkins. I abominate her! She's — a blackmailer. 
I knew her slightly in the old country. She didn 't come 
here to rob, she came to spy. She is in the hire of a 
party stopping at the Sea Gull. 

Mrs. D. This is interesting, Watkins. 

Watkins. I feel sure she will never attempt to come 
here again. Pardon me, but as we say below stairs, she 
got her fingers burnt, when she discovered by chance 
that Mrs. Baxter was also Miss Nancy Merrill. It put 
her in such a flunk that she left without her purse, and 
in a moment of excitement I put it in that vase. I hope 
I did no wrong, Mrs. Darling? 

Mrs. D. I may overlook it, Watkins, for perhaps you 
were the victim of circumstances. 

Watkins. Thank you, Mrs. Darling. Quite right. 
Just so. 

Mrs. D. What is the young woman's name? 

Watkins. Sophie Kent. 

Mrs. D. Do you know why, on discovering that Nancy 
Merrill was visiting here, she Avas so anxious to make her 
escape? 

Watkins. I fancy I do. Beg pardon, but I could not 
help hearing Mr. Baxter read about a man being robbed 



44 *^^^ Commodore 

on a train by a girl who claimed she was Mrs. Baxter — 
pardon me, I mean Nancy Merrill, and so I suspected 

Mrs. D. Naturally; that will be all, Watkins. 

Watkins. Thank you, Mrs. Darling. Quite right. 
("EXIT, D.R. Mrs. Darling laugJis to herself. Picks up 
pencil f makes notes) 

ENTER Dick, d.r. 

Dick. Busy? Am I intruding? 

Mrs. D. No, indeed. Can I hail the conquering 
hero? 

Dick. Conquering nothing. Isabel beat me four sets. 
I was away off form. (Nervous laugJi) I must be a 
little panicky over this meeting with Wrasper. 

Mrs. D. Naturally. (Tliey sit at table) Now see 
here, Dick, brace up! (Smiling) If you don't, when 
you come into possession of your fortune, you will have 
to engage me as secretary of your serious affairs. 

Watkins (announces). Mr. Wrasper. 

ENTER Wrasper, d.r. 

Wrasper. Good morning, Mrs. Darling, Mr. Bray- 
ley. (Consulting ivatcli) I see I am a little ahead of 
the appointed hour. It has been said that over prompt- 
ness was one of my many failings. 

Mrs. D. I believe that punctuality is generally con- 
sidered a virtue, Mr. Wrasper. (Site indicates cJiair at 
hack of table) 

Wrasper. Thank you. (Takes seat) Doubtless, Mr. 
Brayley, you were rather surprised on receiving my note 
last evening, but another one of my characteristics is 
always to strike when the iron is hot. 

Mrs. D. I can readily believe that, Mr. Wrasper. 
(They are sitting, Wrasper hack of tahle, Dick on his 
Li., Mrs. Darling on his r. j 

Wrasper. I appreciate that you and Mr. Brayley 
have scarcely had time, to consider fully the proposition' 
I made last evening, but of course you must see the 
probability of Mr. Talbot being lost on the Cedwin may 



The Commodore 45 

be far-reaching in its ramifications, and call for prompt 
action. 

Mrs. D. Is it positively known that Mr. Talbot was 
a passenger on the ill-fated steamer? 

Wrasper. That was the inference we gathered from 
the brief note he sent by special messenger to onr office. 

Dick. I am eager to learn the recent developments 
at Avhich yon hinted in your note. 

Wrasper (guardedly). Then am I to assume that 
you have decided to retain me as counsel in this case? 

Mrs. D. Mr. Brayley and I had rather a spirited 
argument on the subject and failed to come to an agree- 
ment. 

Wrasper (stiffly). Ah. Yes, I see. That point, of 
course, must be positively settled before we proceed. 

Mrs. D. Perhaps we may come to a satisfactory un- 
derstanding. I will be perfectly frank, Mr. Wrasper. I 
was the negative factor in the argument, but — after re- 
flection — have decided to capitulate, and will give you 
a check now if you require it with which to begin your 
investigation. Is that satisfactory? 

Wrasper (blandly). -Certainly, Mrs. Darling. And 
now if there are no objections, we will proceed without 
delay. (Business of looking over papers) The chief 
menacing danger with which we may have to contend is 
a man known by several aliases. At one time he called 
himself Lament. He has also been known as Woodson, 
and the latest cognomen he appears to have chosen is — 
Dexter. (Business of ivat citing tlie effect of Ms dis- 
closure on liis hearers) 

Dick (starting). Dexter! ('Mrs. Darling nods and 
smiles unperturbed) 

Wrasper. To the outside world he has ever been the 
suave gentleman. His foresight in buying depreciated 
stocks has been almost uncanny. Nothing criminal in 
all this you may say, but the dastardly means to which 
he has made recourse to bully or swindle his victims out 
of their holdings has been most questionable. We have 
been informed that on more than one occasion he ap- 
proached Mr. Brayley, Sr., doubtless with the view to 
induce him to dispose of his sharej-^ in the Early Crow 



46 The Commodore 

mine. Is it irrational in me to fear that Mr. Brayley 
may have been persuaded to sell his interests in a mine 
regarded as practically worthless ? 

Dick (sadly). No. 

Mrs. D. But it seems to me, Mr. Wrasper, yon are 
taking too much for granted. Why, when the Early 
Crow began to soar, did not this astute speculator come 
forward with his claim? Then there must be records 
kept of stock transfers which can be investigated? 

Wrasper. All you say, Mrs. Darling, is quite logical. 
Thorough investigation, that is precisely the line of ac- 
tion I propose to follow. (He bends over Jiis papers. At 
fliat instant the d.l. opens partly, Mrs. Darling raises 
her eyes, shakes her head, smiling. The door closes 
softly) 

Mrs. D. Mr. Wrasper, I believe there is a maxim 
among business men, that expenses should always be 
kept down to a minimum. Am I correct ? 

Wrasper. Absolutely. A maxim we invariably try 
to follow in serving our clients. 

Mrs. D. Then perhaps I can be of some assistance in 
helping you to maintain j^our reputation, and inciden- 
tally protect my own interests. I have recently made the 
acquaintance of a mining expert from the West, and he 
has kindly consented to aid us in the initiatory steps of 
our investigation. Dick, will you please ask Mr. Thacke- 
ray to join us. I think you will find him in the recep- 
tion room. 

Dick (at first rather bewildered ). Ah — yes — cer- 
tainly, Mrs. Darling. [EXIT, d.l. 

Wrasper (his face clouding). Mr. Thackeray! A 
mining expert! I would have much preferred that we 
should have outlined our plans before consulting a 
stranger. 

Mrs. D. Oh, I feel quite sure Mr. Thackeray will be 
of incalculable aid in helping us unravel this tangle. 
ENTER, D.L., Dick and the Commodore. 

Mrs. D. Mr. Thackeray, this is Mr. Wrasper, my at- 
torney pro-tem. 

Commodore. Mr. Wrasper. 

Wrasper (coolly). Mr. Thackeray. 



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Mrs. D. Won't yon sit here? (Indicating cliair l. of 
table) And you, Dick. (Indicating cliair r.) I can 
find a place anywhere, thank yon. I should explain, Mr. 
Wrasper, that Mr. Thackeray is acquainted with the 
facts in this case, up to the disclosures you have made 
this morning. So possibly it may expedite matters if 
I ask one or two vital questions that we are all burning 
to have answered, and you, Mr. Wrasper, as my counsel, 
will see that I hold strictly to the issues at hand, and 
economize valuable time. Mr. Thackeray, if I under- 
stood correctly, you at one time were intimately ac- 
quainted with Mr. Murray Talbot and his partner Carle- 
ton Brayley, joint owners in the Early Crow mine? 

Commodore. Yes, Mrs. Darling. 

Mrs. D. The partners quarrelled and separated, I 
have been told. Later Mr. Brayley may have sold his 
interest in the mine without your knowledge. 

Commodore. I am confident he did not. 

Wrasper. What makes you so confident, can you 
prove it? 

Commodore. I think so. 

Wrasper. How ? 

Mrs.. D. If you please, Mr. Wrasper, we will take up 
that point a little later, (Lauglis) when I turn my wit- 
ness over to you. Mr. Thackeray, did you ever know or 
hear of a stock speculator who at various times used the 
aliases Lamont, Woodson and later Dexter? 

Commodore. Yes, I once knew — by reputation — a 
man who might answer that description. He was a well- 
known character in mining circles. 

Mrs. D. Do you know where he could be found at 
present? I mean, of course, approximately, in the West- 
ern or Eastern states? 

Commodore. I should hate to venture a reply to that 
question, as to what state, — for you see he has been dead 
a year or more. 

Wrasper. You are mistaken, sir, or maybe he left a 
son who is carrying on the business under his father's 
name. 

Commodore. Or names. I sincerely trust he left no 
issue. 



4B The Commodore 

Wrasper. Yes, I admit the man was a black sheep, as 
I have been explaining to Mr. Brayley. 

Mrs. D. I should like to ask one more question, which. 
Mr. Wrasper, from a lawyer's viewpoint, and Mr. Thack- 
eray, from his store of practical experience, Avill doubt- 
less be able to answer conclusively. Does it ever happen 
that a man Avill sell his interest in a claim, without the 
transaction being duly registered or recorded? I doubt 
if I employ the correct legal terms. 

Wrasper (ivitli confempUioiis laugli). Such a lax 
method of transacting business Avould invite litigation. 
What would you say, Mr. Thackeray? 

Commodore. Unquestionably. Yet I have known of 
such cases happening under peculiar and unusual cir- 
cumstances, for there is a certain code of honor among 
some miners that to them is more binding than any law 
in the land. 

Wrasper. That is an interesting fact to know, and 
serves to strengthen my opinion that Mr. Brayley may 
have to institute searching investigation before claiming 
his undisputed title to the fortune which should have 
been his father's, particularly if — as we fear — Mr. Tal- 
bot has gone down on the Cechvin. Sad, very sad — he 
would have been such an important witness in presenting 
our case. 

Commodore. Your point is well taken, Mr. Wrasper. 
The accumulated profits from the mines must now be 
enormous, and warrant a claimant spending time and 
money almost without stint to prove his legal rights and 
interests in the property. 

Wrasper (smiling). Mr. Thackeray, you voice my 
views absolutely. If you will allow me to say, Mrs. Dar- 
ling, I regard it as extremely fortunate in having such a 
competent ally as Mr. Thackeray to assist us in our re- 
search, and now that you and Mr. Brayley have vir- 
tually given me a free reign in this matter, it would 
seem to me the sooner I get busy the better. (Business 
of gatkering up Ids papers as if about to end tlie con- 
ference. The Commodore and Mrs. Darling exchange 
glances, she nods her head. Wrasper rises) Have you 
any suggestion to offer, Mr. Thackeray? 



The Commodore 4g 

Commodore. Yes, just a word before we adjourn, Mr. 
Wrasper, and I am going to speak bluntly. I come 
from the West, where we do things on a broad all-out-of- 
door scale. Our prairies and rivers are vast, and it some- 
times seems as if there was a spirit of rugged manliness 
almost suggested by our everlasting hills. The men and 
women out there think and act on a broad plan. Petti- 
ness and caterpillars are counted as undesirable assets. 
We admire a shrewd business man, but an over-reach we 
despise. 

Wrasper (confused and angry). Mr. Thackeray, I 
fail to catch the drift of this burst of sentiment ! 

Commodore. Oh, I'm not posing, Mr. Wrasper. I 
remember what Stevenson said about the best of us, but 
you are a clever man, and know in your heart that Mr. 
Brayley's claim requires no rigid investigation. 

Wrasper. I know nothing of the sort. Do you? 

Commodore. Yes. And that's the reason I think it 
would be better not to waste any more of your valuable 
time, tilting at wind-mills. 

Wrasper ( sneer in gly). Mere declarations and in- 
nuendoes amount to nothing — proofs are the things 
which count in law. 

Commodore. Supposing I could produce a copy of 
the original agreement drawn up between Talbot and 
Brayley, in which it was stipulated that one of the part- 
ners could not dispose of his interest without the con- 
sent of the other? 

Wrasper. Well, for the sake of argument, suppos- 
ing you could; it would prove nothing. Talbot might 
have given his consent for Brayley to sell. 

Commodore (for the first time losing temper). And 
knowing this, came on from the West to tell the heir 
that his father had frittered away a fortune ! If he was 
that kind of a man drowning was too good for him. 

Wrasper. Well, I propose to go on with the investi- 
gation. I have been retained by Mr. Brayley and Mrs. 
Darling, and will not be deterred by the interference of 
an outsider. 

Commodore. But supposing Talbot should insist on 
you taking no further steps in this matter. 



50 The Commodore 

Wrasper (jeeringlij). Talbot! Insist! You are be- 
coming fanciful. 

Commodore. That is just what occurred to me last 
evening, when I received a message from Talbot — ^by 
wireless. It was in the form of a quotation, you may 
have heard it. I vnll copy it for future reference. 

Wrasper (ironically). I should be pleased to read it. 

Commodore. Doubtless. And I think you will not 
doubt its genuineness. (Writes message, signs it, gives 
it to Dick aMd Wrasper to read) 

Dick (reads aloud). "In law, what plea so tainted 
and corrupt, but being seasoned v/ith a gracious voice 
obscures the show of evil. Murray Talbot." (Surprise 
and consternaiion registered) Why, this is Talbot's 
writing! That's his signature! 

Commodore. Yes, I believe it is. 

Wrasper. Oh, so you are Talbot. (Mockingly) 
AVell, Mr. Talbot, you have played your role admirably. 

Commodore. A role for the most part forced upon 
me by a twist of circumstances. For instance, if you 
will again glance at the message I sent to your office, 
you will find I make no allusion to sailing on the Cedwin. 
A brief cruise was the explanation I gave for my non- 
appearance. 

Wrasper. Probably one of my clerks is responsible 
for circulating that report. 

Commodore. And perhaps I am indebted to him for 
the surprising intelligence that I have a son wounded 
somewhere in France. The shock was awful. 

Wrasper. Probably. I am beginning to see that I 
have been made the butt in a petty conspiracy, and at 
the hands of those who advocate fair and open dealing. 

Commodore. Mr. Wrasper, if your business methods 
do not happen to meet with my approval, you are prob- 
ably rated as a clever man, and I never want to see a 
clever man kept dov/n. There is a young woman known 
as Sophie Kent, lately in your employ I believe, who 
needs a clever lawyer badly. She was arrested this 
morning with her clever accomplice, charged with rob- 
bery. 

Wrasper. Another bomb ! I am indeed in the camp 



The Commodore 51 

of enemies. I will hasten to withdraw from such treach- 
erous ground. (Has gathered up papers, and starts in 
tJie direction of d.l.J 

Mrs. D. (goes up and opens d.lJ The young people 
are in the morning room, Mr. Wrasper. Perhaps you 
would prefer leaving by this, the more direct and shorter 
way. fWRASPER gives lier a vindictive look. Bows stiffly 
and EXITS d.r. Sliglit pause) 

Dick. Mr. Talbot, is all this true? 

Commodore (smiling). M-m-most of it. ("Dick's face 
registers disappointment) 

Commodore. Oh, I'm Talbot, and I fancy there will 
be no necessity for Miss Iiilla Hampton returning to the 
stage, for her husband will be a pretty rich man. 

Dick (ivitli feeling, offering Ms hand). And I owe 
it all to you, sir. 

Commodore. No, Dick, to your father, my dearest 
friend, worthy in every sense the grand old name of gen- 
tleman, 

Dick (with show of feeling, voice a little husky). 
Thank you, sir. If — if you will excuse me — I must go 
and tell Isabel. 

Commodore. That's right, Dick, precisely what I 
would do if I were in your place, f Dick nods and smiles 
and EXITS hurriedly, d.l. j 

Mrs. D. But we owe much to you, Mr. Talbot. 

Commodore. And I owe the son far more than I can 
ever hope to repay. 

Mrs. D. Mr. Talbot — Commodore, have you the 
agreement signed by you and Carlton Brajdey? 

Commodore (some slwu' of slight embarrassment). 
Why, yes — certainly. Didn't you hear me tell Wrasper 
I could show him a copy of it? 

Mrs. D. Yes, but where is the original? 

Commodore. Why — I — have the original. 

Mrs. D. Where? 

Commodore (a little stiffly). Here, would you like to 
see it? 

Mrs. D. If you would be so indulgent. 

Commodore (takes out ivallet, selects an old looking 



52 The Commodore 

document uihich he "hands to her). I brought it with me 
in case of emergency. 

Mrs. D. Thank you very much. (Takes paper. 
Cheers heard from other room. Cries of: "What's the 
matter with Dick Brayley, he's all right." Applause 
and laughter. Young people come romping, all excited, 

D.L.J 

Isabel (goes over to Mrs. Darling J. Isn't it glorious, 
Mrs. Darling? 

Mrs. D. Fine, splendid, dear. 

Tony. Now I'll leave it to anybody here, wasn't I 
always strong for the Commodore ? 

Commodore (chuckling). But at our first meeting, 
wasn't there something said about somebody being, a 
crook? (All laugh) 

Tony. Ah — yes. But that was the revenue officer I 
was alluding to. (All laugh, in which the Commodore 
and Tony join and shake hands) But to show Commo- 
dore that there is no antip, we want you to come and 
join us in a mild drink to the health and prosperity of 
the new millionaire Dick Brayley, and the millionairess, 
his charming wife. (Makes sweeping how to Isabelj 

Edith. Come, Mrs. Darling. 

Mrs. D. In just a moment I will join you. 

Isabel (goes over and slips her hand through the 
Commodore 's arm, leads him towards door) It all seems 
too good to be true, and you have been such a good 
friend and 

Commodore. Nonsense; it all just happened. (They 
EXIT, talking, d.l. Mrs. Darling spreads out agree- 
Tnent and reads it. Takes reading glass from table 
drawer. Her face registers surprise, then alarm, then 
softens. Holds paper up to light. Goes over to mantel, 
takes match from holder, lights it, holds it behind paper. 
Blows out match, comes down to table. All during this 
scene subdued laughter from other room, perJiaps a line 
or two of ''He's a jolly good fellow." More applause, 
after they cease) 

ENTER the Commodore, d.l. 

Commodore. Mrs. Darling, the young people are most 
impatient to have you join them. 



The Commodore |3 

Mrs. D. (assumes stern expression). Close the door, 
please. Sit down. (Indicates chair across the table) 
Mr. Talbot, I am frightfully sorry to say — well, to put 
it bluntly, I have discovered that you are a fraud and a 
forger. 

Commodore (evidently much embarrassed). Mrs. 
Darling! Why — I protest 

Mrs. D. This paper is a sham from beginning to end. 
Carleton Brayley never signed this paper. 

Commodore. Are you acquainted with his signature ? 

Mrs. D. No. But this signature was traced. (The 
Commodore's glance leavers and falls) Under a strong 
glass the deception is quite apparent. As a criminal 
you are a careless bungler, for the agreement is dated ten 
j^ears before this paper was manufactured. A callow 
novice would have been more clever, for Avater marks are 
the most hacknej^ed clue known in detective fiction. Sup- 
posing Mr. Wrasper had insisted on examining this 
paper ? 

Commodore. I was pretty sure he Avould not. A 
guilty conscience is always a faint-hearted one. Mrs. 
Darling, can you guess why I prepared that paper ? 

Mrs. D. I think perhaps I could. (Voice a little 
trembly) And — if I — I — had known you a little longer, 
I am afraid I would be tempted to call you — a — dear, 
generous old scamp. 

Commodore. We must always keep the secret from 
Dick, that in a moment of injured- pride his father sold 
his interest in the mine to me. The original agreement 
was destroj^ed. Dick is entitled to the money by every 
law of equity. (Reaches out his hand and lays it on 
Mrs. Darling's J INIrs. Darling, you will promise to keep 
our secret? ^Mrs. Darling, rather stirred, boivs her 
head) 

ENTER Watkins, d.l. 

Watkins. I beg pardon, Mrs. Darling, but the young 
people insist on my announcing that lunch is served. 

Mrs. D. Very well, Watkins, tell them I'm coming. 
("Watkins bows and EXITS d.l. J 

Commodore. And such delightful young people they 
are! 



54 The Commodore 

Mrs. D. (leading tlie ivay slowly towards door). Posi- 
tively exhilarating. 

Commodore. It seems to me everything about here 
radiates sunshine. 

Mrs. D. (coqueting). Yes, and the view is charming. 

Commodore. One might say fascinating. 

Mrs. D. And the breezes soft and caressing. 

Commodore (looking into lier eyes). And the skies so 
bright and sparkling. (TJiey are at tlie door) 

Mrs. D. Y-e-s — Commodore? 

Commodore. And as I mentioned to Watkins, what 
an ideal place to spend a honeymoon. (Mrs. Darling 
gives half saucy laugli as tliey jjass tlirougli tlie door- 
way. Tliey are greeted, ivitli applause, and as tlie curtain 
descends can he Jieard tlie song: "For lie's a jolly good 
fellow'') 

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COLLEGE CHUMS. 3 Acta; 2 hours; 1 Stage S««hig 9 8 

COUNT OF NO ACCOUNT. 8 Acts; 2i^ hours 9 4 

DEACON. 5 Acts; 2J^ hours 8 6 

DELEGATES FROM DENVER. 2 Acts; 45 minutes 8 10 

DOCTOR BY COURTEST. 8Acts;2hour8 6 6 

E ASTSIDERS, The. 8 Acts; 2 hours; 1 Stage Setting 8 4 

ESCAPED FROM THE LAW. 6 Acts; 2 hours 7 4 

GIRL FROM PORTO RICO. 8 Acts; 2^^ hours 5 8 

GITPSY QUEEN. 4 Acts; 2^ hours 6 8 

IN THE ABSENCE OF SUSAN. 8 Acts; 1^ hours 4 e 

JAILBIRD. 5 Acts; 2^ hours 8 

JOSIAH'S COURTSHIP. 4Acts:2hours 7 4 

MY LADY DARRELL. 4 Acts; 2Vi hours 9 6 

MY UNCLE FROM INDIA. 4 Acts; 2V< hours 18 4 

NEXT DOOR. 3Actg;9hour8 B 4 

PHYLLIS'S INHERITANCE. 8 Acts; 2 hours tf 9 

REGULAR FLIRT. 8ActB;2hours 4 4 

ROGUE'S LUCK. 8 Acta; 2 hours 5 8 

SQUIRE'S STRATAGEM. 6AcU; S^houri 6 4 

STEEL KING. 4 Acts; 2Hi hours 6 8 

WHAT'S NEXT! S Acts; 1^ hours 7 4 

WHITE LIE. 4Acts; «^hoi« 4 8 

WESTERN PLAYS 

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ROCKY FORD. 4 Acts; 2 hours 8 8 

GOLDEN GULCH. 8 Acts; 2J4 hours 11 8 

RED ROSETTE. 3Acts:2hours 6 3 

MISS MOSHER OF COLORADO. 4 Acts; 2;^ hours.... 6 8 

STUBBORN MOTOR CAR. 8 Acts; 2 hours; 1 Stage Setting 7 4 

CRAWFORD'S CLAIM. (15 e«nts.) 8 Acts; 2^ hours. 9 8 

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